Love never dies, it only changes form,
A steady river, a quiet storm.
It shifts and bends, like winds that blow,
In whispered moments, it starts to grow.
It lingers in the songs we sing,
In memories that softly cling.
It wears new faces, takes new shape,
In every heart, it leaves its trace.
Through time and space, it finds its way,
In the light of dawn, in the dusk of day.
It’s in the smile of someone near,
In the quiet absence, the stillness clear.
Love never dies, it simply transforms,
From gentle warmth to fierce reforms.
It’s in the stars, it’s in the skies,
Eternal, boundless, love never dies.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie Fluharty
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